I can't stand it, laying on my back, my stomach. On my side, no sleep, just tossing and turning.

I promised myself to slow down, why? To make it better? It's always so sweet, who am I kidding?

Giving up, I toss my blonde hair over my shoulder. Maybe it's time for a hair cut? Nah, I like it's length. I like the style, I really like how it's going to be hanging in my face when I'm done.

On my knees, my shirt comes off, better, my bra too. I like being naked, my shorts next, not my panties, not yet. I like to tease.

I read a story here, Through the cotton, by Touch. My fingers reach in between my legs, mmmmmmmmmmmm, such heat from the smallest touch. My flame is lit, a single finger tracing, pressing, feeling my lips.